• A curling ribbon of smoke froths from the chimney

    Jack Frost rushes past, his finger gently strokes the leaves

    The panels of glass sitting there in the window frame

    The house is lit, warmth radiates from inside

    Dazzling, dazzling

    Twinkling and bright

    Lights of all colors shine in the night

    A solitary man of snow stands by himself, looking proud and true

    A whispering wind rustles the dappled branches of a spruced-up tree

    Waiting to be taken inside

    A young couple walks by a couple far past their years

    Sitting comfortably side by side

    Upon this cold, glistening winter night

    Where lights of color shine so bright, making the world

    Stop

    And see the colors in the night